I am a bottle. Have you ever filled a bottle with Pop so much that it over flows and sprays everywhere? Put that into an emotion. I am a bottle. Filled with emotions that threaten to be spoken, Thoughts that when I try to speak all I taste is fizz. Pointless. When you shake the bottle, you're ruining the way I carefully avoid eye contact and cautiously choose certain words. Ask me what's wrong and you're now opening the bottle. Get ready, I am going to explode.